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  My gaze stays locked on Red Mask as she strokes herself, fucking into her pussy with the other end of her cock. She lifts her right breast with her free hand and slides her tongue over and around her nipple.

  Everything is happening so fast. Orange Mask pulls out of my pussy and now Red Mask is backing me up against the wall and bending her head to my breasts, sucking them into her warm, wet mouth. I moan as she sucks my hard nipples into her mouth and slides her thigh between my legs. I ride her thigh, until my slick cunt clenches, and I am coming all over again.

  “Come,” Orange Mask says, slapping me on the ass. “It is time. We’ve kept the others waiting long enough.” She hands me the scarf Tamara had given her. Tells me to put it back on. And once again, I am shut in darkness. And then…

  Someone whips me around and presses me against the dirty, paint-chipped wall. I am breathless. My heart jumps.

  My pussy tingles.

  My clit pulses.

  “Is this how you want it, whore?” I recognize the voice. It belongs to Orange Mask. She rams what feels like two fingers into the back of my pussy.

  “Oh, god, yes! This is how I want—” I let out a gasp when someone twists my nipple.

  “You want what, dirty bitch? Greedy little whore!” This voice belongs to Red Mask.

  “This. Mmm.” My voice, tiny and faltering, gets lost somewhere in the back of my throat between a gasp and a scream.

  Orange Mask presses into me, her erect nipples grazing my back. I force myself still to keep from grinding into her. I feel the firmness of her cock pressing against my ass, the steam from her pussy wafting around the base.

  “What is it that you want?” she growls into my ear.

  “For you to fuuuuck me,” I whisper.

  “Pull open your ass,” she demands. I reach in back of me, grab each ass cheek and pull them open. She thrusts her hips forward and slams into me, her thick curved dick carving into my cunt. She fucks me deliciously rough, yanking my head back and grunting and groaning in my ear.

  “Greedy whore! You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yessssss! Mmmm…ooooh, yessss! Give it to me good…”

  She fucks into me for what seems like forever before pulling out, then Red Mask is behind me, fucking me. They take turns fucking an orgasm out of me before taking me by the hand and leading me into another room.

  I am tempted to yank this scarf off from my eyes, but something stops me. Maybe it’s my freaky desire to be in this situation, maybe it’s the fact that my cunt is incessantly clenching and unclenching that keeps me from pulling it off.

  Someone leans into me. And I can smell her perfume. Heat by Beyoncé, I think. Her soft fingers graze my nipples, then pinches them. I hiss.

  “You like that, huh, bitch? Dirty whore!”

  She twists my nipples, and I scream out. “Yesssss!” My pussy explodes.

  “Get on your knees,” another voice says.

  “Yeah, whore, crawl,” someone else says.

  As I get on my knees, there’s someone else on the other side of me. The light scent of her perfuvme reminds me of one of my favorite scents. Signorina by Ferragamo. I breathe in her calming scent, steadying myself for what’s to come next. She drags what feels like a finger down my slit. Then back over my ass. Her hand comes down on my ass, sending shockwaves through my pussy.

  “Open your legs. You want your pussy fucked doggie-style, slut?”

  I answer with a grunt as someone gets in back of me and rams their dick into my waiting cunt. I count in my head.

  One, two, three, four different women with different sized dicks take turns fucking me from the back. “Oooh, yessssss! Give it to me! Fuck this pussy!”

  “Yeah, take this dick, bitch,” the fifth woman grunts. She feels much heavier than the other four who’ve finished fucking me. Her breasts are much larger. I guesstimate she’s at least a double-E the way they bounce against my back, like overstuffed beanbags, as she fucks her hips into me.

  I grunt and groan, enjoying the varying sensations each woman delivers as she fucks me. I don’t know how long I am fucked on my knees before I am finally allowed to remove my mask.

  I blink, adjusting my eyes to the candlelit room. Standing before me, I count eleven colorful-masked women—all wearing the same silk scarves either around their necks or tied around their wrists, stroking their dicks watching me.

  “The party is just beginning,” a mocha-colored woman says wearing a multi-colored mask of all the colors in the rainbow. I recognize the voice, and the body—although it’s my first time seeing her naked. It’s Tamara’s. She’s wearing a leather harness with a huge pink dick jutting out of it. It looks to be about eleven inches. She’s smirking as she strokes it. “You wanted some big dick, didn’t you, whore?”

  I lick my lips. Finally, I am going to have her between my legs. My insides catch fire at the thought of it. “Yes,” I push out in almost a groan.

  “And big dick is what you shall get. But first we have some other holes to fill.”

  I let out a moan, anticipation throbbing through every inch of my body. “Yes. Oooh, yes. Fuck all of my holes.”

  Another yellow masked woman steps forward. Her dick is also pink but with ridges. It’s about six inches long and not very thick. She tells me to stay on my knees. Tells me she wants my head down and ass up. I arch my back, watching her over my shoulder as she reaches for a bottle of oil and slathers some around her cock and then onto her fingers. Then positions herself in back of me, pouring warm oil all over the smooth globes of my ass, her hand sliding with ease over my skin, along the seam of my ass, before plunging her oiled finger deep into my ass. She quickly adds a second finger, then a third, stretching the passageway for her jutting cock.

  “Nice tight little asshole. I’m about to fuck you real good in it.”

  I moan.

  And then she is easing her cock deep inside of me, groaning with each thrust until she is base deep. She pumps inside of me, causing my breasts to bounce and jiggle as her flesh smacks against mine. She fucks me hard in my ass. And a wave of ecstasy rolls over me. I squirm and gasp and groan as my ass spasms around her dick. It’s shoved deep…ooh so very deep…inside of me. She reaches under me and cups my pussy, pressing wet, oily fingertips against my clit, each delicious stroke sending surfs of heated ripples through me, the sweet burn shooting sparks of fiery need all over me. My pussy, my ass, my clit become a ball of fire.

  I shake and shiver.

  “You like that pretty pink cock fucking your ass?”

  “Yesssssss. Oh, god, yes…”

  She emits a low growl, nipping my ear as she fucks deeper into my tightness. My asshole expands and burns and aches sweetly with each thrust. It hurts, but it feels so good. I reach under me and toy with my clit as I groan and ride another wave of an orgasm, the smooth walls of my pussy contracting as Yellow Mask pinches my nipples and rapidly pounds her dick in me. Her breasts sweep across my back.

  I tremble and gasp and moan. I crave more. I ache for more. I scream out, my pussy clenching to be filled, my asshole stretching and straining for more cock as I writhe and beg and plead.

  The ten other masked women stand around us, holding their cocks in their hands, stroking them while watching. Exactly the way I envisioned it. “You want more dick in you?” Yellow Mask yanks my head back. “Is that what you want, slutty whore?”

  “Yes!”

  “Beg for more dick, bitch!” she growls, biting into my shoulder. I shriek, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through my shuddering body.

  “Give me more! Give me more! Oh, god, yesssssss! Give me more! Fuck my holes deep!” She shoves her hips forward and a piercing heat shoots up through my spine. I hear the rest of them whispering sweet, dirty words as Yellow Mask slams her pink dick in and out, in and out.

  I’m being called a whore. A slut. A filthy cum-loving cunt. They call me every kind of bitch known to man loaded with threats to fuck me into a coma. I am loving every m
oment of it.

  “Fuck that bitch good,” someone wearing a violet mask says to her as she inches her nine-inch, chocolate dick between my drooling, spit-slick lips. I open my mouth and she shoves it in, hitting the back of my throat. “Gag on this dick, whore.”

  I close my eyes. Behind my lids colors of red, orange, yellow, blue, green, and violet swirl through a kaleidoscope of sensations, a rainbow of cocks fucking me. Taking my pussy, my ass, my throat with force and fiery need.

  “I think this horny bitch is ready for some more dick,” Yellow Mask says, slapping my ass. “You ready, bitch?”

  Her fingers slide into the back of my pussy.

  “Ooooh, yessss.”

  She grunts in my ear. “Yeah, that’s it, bitch. Come all over my fingers. Wet pussy. Mmmm. You like that cock shoved deep in in your ass, don’t you? I’m going to fuck your ass raw.”

  Yellow Mask pumps and pounds, relentlessly, pinching my clit as the other women look on, stroking their colorful cocks. Their moans mixing in along with mine.

  Violet Mask fucks my throat shut with her dick, every so often pulling it out and telling me to spit on it. She likes her dick sucked messy, sloppy. Droplets of pussy juice glisten around the edges of her cock’s base. I lick around it, inhaling her scent.

  Her pungent heat inebriating, I slide the tip of my tongue under the edge of the base, and attempt to lick one of her thick pussy lips. I want to taste her pussy. Want to feel her heated wetness on my tongue. She yanks my head back.

  “Open your mouth back up. And suck on this dick.”

  She is back in, pushing past my tonsils.

  Yellow Mask pulls out of me. Blue Mask is now in me. Her fleshy eight-and-a-half-inch blue Jel-Lee cock slides deep…so very deep…into my ass.

  “Ohh, yes…”

  “You like that, huh, cum whore?”

  “Yes…mmmm…ooooooh…”

  She pulls back to my asshole, tip-fucks my entrance, then plunges back in. I gasp. I can feel her dick vibrating inside of me. She is coaxing another orgasm out of me.

  “Mmmm…oooh, yesssss…”

  “It feels good in that stretched ass, slut?” She pulls my ass cheeks open. “Look at that big hole taking all this dick. Nasty whore-ass bitch.” She alternately slaps each ass cheek.

  I moan.

  Violet Mask pulls her dick out of my mouth, slaps me across the face and mouth with it, then steps back. Another orange-masked woman is now shoving her dick in. Hers is blue and looks close to nine inches. I close my eyes and suck her cock deeper into my mouth. As her thick curved cock fills my mouth, I fuck the length of her with my tongue. Softly, caressing the head of her dick with my lips. She grinds her hips, grunting.

  Blue Mask pulls out of my hole.

  Green Mask gets in back of me.

  One finger…two, three, four…move in and out of me, pushing through a river of desire, my juicy cunt opening wide and eager. I gasp as fingers fold inside of me, then knuckles press into the mouth of my cunt.

  “Oooooh, yes…uhhh…mmmm…”

  Green Mask is twisting and pushing. I hiss and push back harder. Juices splash against her hand as my pussy clenches and unclenches, sucking in her fist, swallowing her hand, whole. My pussy feels fuller than it’s ever felt in my entire life.

  Ohmgod! I can’t believe I am being fist-fucked!

  “Oh, god, yes!”

  She moves her fist faster, harder, pulling and pushing. Stretching out my orgasm. My heart nearly stops beating as my pussy floods and I cum all over her fist—fire sweeping through the balls of my feet, up my thighs, inside my cunt, settling into the pit of my belly.

  I cum.

  And I cum.

  And I cum.

  The walls of my pussy constrict against the pound of her fist, against the warmth of my juices as she fist-fucks the cream out of me. “Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck, yesssss!” I buck my hips, my ass jiggling around her wrist.

  She slowly pulls her fist out of me, grazing my thick pussy lips. And I am immediately weak with dizzying want. I want more and more. I beg for it.

  And one by one, they give it to me. Six-inch, seven-inch, eight-inch, nine-inch cocks take turns fucking my mouth. Nine-inch, ten-inch, eleven-inch dicks alternately fucking my pussy. My stretched, burning asshole becomes a playground for vibrating plugs and anal beads. I am being pounded and pushed, stretched and twisted. One after the other, they fuck into my holes. Slice into my smoldering heat.

  Now I am on my back. My legs spread, my arms hooked in back of my knees pulling them up to my chest. And one by one, they all fuck me. I am being fucked and yanked and tossed around in a sea of wet passion.

  Fucked until I am raw and burning.

  The intensity shooting sparks through me. I am being fucked so deep and so good that I am sweating and shaking as if I am about to go into convulsions.

  Finally the moment I have been longing for. Tamara. She inches between my legs, then leans into my ear as she pushes her huge dick in me. “I saved the best for last.”

  I gasp as she stretches all the way into me. “Oh, yes. Fuck me. Mmm.”

  “Suck my titties,” she says, lifting up on her arms and grinding her hips. I wrap my legs around her waist, reaching for her breasts. I suckle them. Nip them. Lick them. Pull them into my mouth and milk them. She moans. And I moan. The ten other women have now encircled us. Their cocks slick with spit and cum and lube, slide in and out of their pumping hands as they watch Tamara fucking me.

  Oh, God, there’s nothing more delicious than this. Being alternately fucked by ten beautiful, harness-strapped women in some rundown, dilapidated house.

  Gang-banged relentlessly.

  Fucked and stretched to the limit.

  My holes are burning.

  My throat is raw.

  I am on the verge of another climax.

  I close my eyes.

  Growl and grunt.

  Arch into the piercing fire shooting through the walls of my pussy. Scream out in pain-pleasure as flames of passion engulf me then…give into the liquid heat shooting out of me. And, then, without warning, everything around me starts to fade as I get swept into the blaze.

  Yo, real shit. The first time I saw her, I wanted to eat her pussy and fuck her. Wanted to get her in the backseat of my black 2013 Durango with the tinted out windows, rip off her panties and fuck her with my tongue and fingers until her pussy juice splashed out all over me, then dig her guts out from the back with my long, black dick. I wanted to fuck her fine ass mercilessly.

  And if I couldn’t have her in the backseat of my whip, I wanted to be in back of her, pushing her up against a wall, my body ramming into her in time to the music, my mouth at her ear, my dick digging in and out, slamming into her, pounding her into the wall, fucking her on the edge of a thick, sweet nut.

  Fuck yeah! I wanted to creep up behind her, kiss her neck and slink my finger underneath her black pencil-skirt, into her panties and into her pussy hole. I wanted to finger her until she cried out in pleasure, begging for me to fuck her with my rock-hard dick.

  And tonight is no exception.

  I wanna fuck her!

  I wanna sink my fat dick into her wetness until I melt inside of her, until I bust this nut up in her. Real shit.

  Kendrick Lamar’s “Poetic Justice” is blaring throughout the club. I’m surrounded by her perfume. The peach flowery scent makes my dick hard as she spins around on the dance floor. I grab at my dick over my True Religions, sipping my Corona as she gyrates to the beat. Her dress is so fucking short that I can see the edges of her ass cheeks jiggle. Her ass-shaking, sexy moves are heating my loins, causing my dick to get harder and harder with each shake, bounce, dip, and spin she does.

  Sexy-ass bitch!

  Her eyes shut, then flutter open as she gets lost in the music. I know she sees, feels, me watching her. Shit, everyone’s watching her!

  And she’s killin’ it!

  Tonight she’s wearing a skimpy red dress that’s mad short, and red p
latform heels. She’s smoking hot, like fire. Shit. She’s the hottest bitch in the club. And she knows. It. Her cocoa brown skin matches her sensuous brown eyes, which are framed by thick, long lashes. Her full, voluptuous lips are painted red and coated with lip gloss to give them that shiny, wet, ready-to-suck-a-niggah’s-dick look.

  I lick my lips as her titties bounce up and down and she throws that pussy at me. Shit, a’ight. Maybe she ain’t really throwing it at me, yet. But she’s throwing that shit. And I’m tryna catch it…all of it. Before the rest of these hungry-ass muhfuckas try to get up in it.

  My niggahs always tell me chicks like her—straight and strictly dickly—ain’t checking for muhfuckas like me. That I need to stay in my lane and stop chasing dreams. They swear that all I’ma ever get from tryna fuck with a straight bitch is heartache. But I ain’t tryna hear that shit.

  I know what I want.

  And I know what I like.

  My women straight.

  Still, my niggahs stay tryna clown a muhfucka for prowling the straight clubs for my next victim, my next conquest. My next good fuck of the night. Shit, I love sex. And I love fucking straight chicks. It’s like a hunting game to me. To see how far I can go without being clocked, which is usually hard to do since I look like a straight-up niggah.

  Real rap, yo. I’m that pretty boy type with mad swag.

  Six-pack on deck. Tight, toned body. Spinning waves. Deep dimples. Smooth baby face.

  I’m a chick magnet.

  And I stay getting pussy, yo. Stay baggin’ them sexy-ass dimes. A’ight, a’ight, real spit. I haven’t bagged a bitch in a minute ’cause I ain’t out shopping like that. But when I was baggin’ ’em they’ve always been badder than a muhfucka. All tens, hands down! But that was then. And this is now. And right not, the only thing on the menu is me tryna fuck.

  Still, my peeps think I need to fall back from chasing these straight broads. They think I’m crazy for not wanting to link up with a broad on my own level for some relationship-type shit, instead of wasting my time tryna bag a chick who’s only gonna put the brakes on shit once she finds out who—or should I say, what—I really am. But, for real for real, gay chicks ain’t what I’m checkin’ for. And I ain’t looking to be booed up.